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February 18, 2013
Winds of Darkness (book #1)byMicki Fredricks (Goodr...
Winds of Darkness (book #1)byMicki Fredricks (Goodreads Author)Winds of Darkness (book #1)
4.83 · rating details · 6 ratings · 4 reviewsThings changed for 17 year old Mack today.Because today she came for him... and this time, she found him.
Mack is forced to leave all that he thought to be real and flee to the Lands of Inzio. A strange world that he knows nothing about. He is thrust into a life where entire races of people have been waiting for his return and reunited with a brother he never knew existed....moreThings changed for 17 year old Mack today.
Because today she came for him... and this time, she found him.
Mack is forced to leave all that he thought to be real and flee to the Lands of Inzio. A strange world that he knows nothing about. He is thrust into a life where entire races of people have been waiting for his return and reunited with a brother he never knew existed.
Noah has spent his entire life fighting darkness. He has held death in his arms and pain in his heart but still, he has hope. He waits for the day that the True Shelto, his brother, would return.
Seventeen years she has searched, killed and tortured for his whereabouts. Finally she will deny him his destiny, end his bloodline and The Lands of Inzio will be her's. Already lakes run black with the tar of her evil. Darkness and rage sit where Kings and Queens once did. The races barely hold on from extinction, but there are a few who rebel…
Can Mack find it in himself to fight for the freedom of Inzio, for a family he has never known and for the right to love who his heart is pulled to? Will the brothers be able to withstand the darkness of the Lands or will forbidden love and broken loyalties consume them?
They are both pushed to the brink of love and hate for each other as strangers become brothers, nightmares become reality and a boy becomes a King.
January 30, 2013
Normal again.. whatever that is
Have you ever had one of those days when you are feeling guilty because you were maybe a teeny tiny bit hard on your kids. Maybe you should have been a little more soft with your words or kind with your actions.. discussing an issue, like the good parents do, may have been the more appropriate action and would have possibly worked better than barking out orders like some cracked out dill Sargent? Your kids look at you like something is terribly wrong as the little one scream "release the Crackin!" and runs back to his room for shelter. Yes.. one of those days.
You leave the house in a huff of insanity that doesn't clear out of your head until you sing "Call me maybe" at the top of your lungs on the way to work. You feel better after that and you think "Why couldn't she be my daughter, than when my days go like this, she could just follow me around signing this awesome song!"
You spend the morning going back and forth between the kids, the dog and your husband, trying to find the right individual to blame. About noon you cry.. because it couldn't possibly be your fault.. could it?
About an hour before you go home you finally realize and accept responsibility for all the emotional damage you caused. And you are proud of yourself for all the progress you have made in such a short time frame. :) Your husband is so wrong.. there is NO WAY you need a professional therapist.
Quitting time brings a new awakening. You are smiling as you walk up the sidewalk to your house. You vow that tonight things will be different..you will apologize to your offspring, beg forgiveness and begin your new life as a better mother.
So you walk up to your home, grab the doorknob, take a deep, big breath of new beginnings and you open the the door ...
WHAM! An indescribable smell hits you like a sledge hammer and you suspect it is the 12 year old that has not moved from the couch today and is covered in the remnants of EVERYTHING you had in the refrigerator .. than you notice the obstacle course of legos, barbie parts and pieces of discarded lunch that litter the living room floor. Yes, the floor that was actually visible when you left today.
Two basement rats ages 8 and 5 come crawling up from their video game reality hissing and shielding their eyes from the sun light with obvious brain damage from over exposure to Mario Kart and the dog has piggy tails and wearing eye shadow and a tutu.
A little smirk of validation crosses your mouth just before you yell..
"THE GENERAL IS HOME AND SHE IS NOT HAPPY!"....and everything is normal again :)
November 12, 2012
Robo-spidy
***WARING, CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF SPIDER VS. WOMAN WARFARE***
I wanted to put this disclaimer at the beginning of this post because I get super upset when I sit down to read a nice blog and end up reading about the unholiest of all creatures... This blog is meant only for a warning because I hate those creepazoid jerks that call themselves arachnoids.. even that name sounds arrogant doesn't it? Like you would walk into some disgusting web covered court room with a bunch of white wigged, robed spider-judges that would look down at you, with their trillion and a half eyes looking every which way, and hand out your spiderworld sentencing that starts with (This is in a British accent because for some reason I think all jerky spiders speak in a British accent)
"I, Mr. Hairylegged Discustoid, High judge of the Arachnoid realm, do by the power I have been given, sentence you to a weekly visit either in your bed, your shower or your ear by one of our trickiest, fastest and perviest spiders in our Spider army"...... See how rude they are??
Ok, so today after I had rid my house of the tsunami that is my children getting ready for school, I went into the bathroom to finish getting myself ready. What I did not know was there was an ambush waiting for me.While I stood at the mirror doing nothing but minding my own humanly business a huge, white, fang bearing spider repelled slowly down in between me and the mirror.. Not a big deal you say?? Well the mirror happens to be on the back of the bathroom door, why yes.. the door has to be shut to use it!! I was trapped!
I froze, at first just staring at what I was sure to be poisonous venom running out the side of his mouth. I wanted to move, I wanted to poke him in one of his eyes, but it was like time froze, until I saw the very edge of his mouth perk up into a smile.
What did I do you ask? Well, that stupid multi-legged monster was just hanging there, between me and the door, BUT I certainly was NOT going out like that so I did what any sane, rational thinking woman would do.
"HI-AHHH" my battle cry rang out of my mouth as I began my ninja strikes randomly in the air, screaming and yelling anti-spider rants. I spun around in circles running my hands up and down my body while preforming high knees that any self-respecting high school gym teacher would be uber proud of. And to finish my assault I picked up my towel and threw it at the door, hoping to knock down any remaining invisible web.
I tried to slow my breathing and smoothed down my hair as I frantically looked for any sign of him. I knew there was no way he could have survived my well thought out, perfectly executed tactical moves so I searched the floor for his corpse.
As I was looking around I thought a saw movement.. not on the floor but ON MY CHEST!
That discustoid was at a full sprint up my shirt headed, I'm sure ,for one of my nostril where he could climb up to my brain and send out invitations to all of his relatives and set up a little village and hatch a bunch of dicustoid babies!! I FREAKED OUT!! I have never taken a shirt off so fast in all my life, screaming and crying and asking God to watch out over my children should I not make it out of this alive.. I slammed the shirt to the floor and stomped on it at least a billion times screaming "DIE YOU STUPID SPIDER!"
I took a step back, and sat on my toilet, totally exhausted from my battle. My hair was puffed out like I had been electrocuted, I could hear my heart in my ears and my throat burned from the screams. I tried to keep the tears from falling but there was not stoping them. I had won, the battle was over and I was the victor!
Just than, my shirt moved.... NO JOKE! I jumped up on top of the toilet and out from underneath the shirt he charged at me! Holy Crap! They had sent The Terminoid! Half spider, half termenator!! I could see it's steely red eyes fixated on me and for one second I actually considered jumping through the only window in my bathroom, but then a memory flashed of the time that Kyler was 1 1/2 years old and he took off running down the sidewalk to toward the road, I was 100 months pregnant with one of my offspring at the time and knew I couldn't catch him so I took off my shoe and used it like a boomerang, it hit him right in the foot and he rolled into the grass, so I suddenly thought, if my shoe could bring down a roughly 20 pound human then is should be able to take out robo-spidy. So I grabbed it off my foot, waiting for a clear shot and threw it as hard as I could! I hit my mark with a satisfying smoosh sound and my nightmare was over.
I have sent my 5 year old into the bathroom for recon every time I had to go tonight :)
So my warning is as follows..ALWAYS BE READY TO TAKE ON A FANG BEARING, SMIRKING, JERKY DISCUSTOID.. BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THEY ARE GONNA AMBUSH YOU!! PREPARATION IS THE KEY! (I am sleeping with my shoe tonight)
P.S. Please do not use the throwing the shoe "Incident" as a good parenting tip.. It was a lucky shot :)
I wanted to put this disclaimer at the beginning of this post because I get super upset when I sit down to read a nice blog and end up reading about the unholiest of all creatures... This blog is meant only for a warning because I hate those creepazoid jerks that call themselves arachnoids.. even that name sounds arrogant doesn't it? Like you would walk into some disgusting web covered court room with a bunch of white wigged, robed spider-judges that would look down at you, with their trillion and a half eyes looking every which way, and hand out your spiderworld sentencing that starts with (This is in a British accent because for some reason I think all jerky spiders speak in a British accent)
"I, Mr. Hairylegged Discustoid, High judge of the Arachnoid realm, do by the power I have been given, sentence you to a weekly visit either in your bed, your shower or your ear by one of our trickiest, fastest and perviest spiders in our Spider army"...... See how rude they are??
Ok, so today after I had rid my house of the tsunami that is my children getting ready for school, I went into the bathroom to finish getting myself ready. What I did not know was there was an ambush waiting for me.While I stood at the mirror doing nothing but minding my own humanly business a huge, white, fang bearing spider repelled slowly down in between me and the mirror.. Not a big deal you say?? Well the mirror happens to be on the back of the bathroom door, why yes.. the door has to be shut to use it!! I was trapped!
I froze, at first just staring at what I was sure to be poisonous venom running out the side of his mouth. I wanted to move, I wanted to poke him in one of his eyes, but it was like time froze, until I saw the very edge of his mouth perk up into a smile.
What did I do you ask? Well, that stupid multi-legged monster was just hanging there, between me and the door, BUT I certainly was NOT going out like that so I did what any sane, rational thinking woman would do.
"HI-AHHH" my battle cry rang out of my mouth as I began my ninja strikes randomly in the air, screaming and yelling anti-spider rants. I spun around in circles running my hands up and down my body while preforming high knees that any self-respecting high school gym teacher would be uber proud of. And to finish my assault I picked up my towel and threw it at the door, hoping to knock down any remaining invisible web.
I tried to slow my breathing and smoothed down my hair as I frantically looked for any sign of him. I knew there was no way he could have survived my well thought out, perfectly executed tactical moves so I searched the floor for his corpse.
As I was looking around I thought a saw movement.. not on the floor but ON MY CHEST!
That discustoid was at a full sprint up my shirt headed, I'm sure ,for one of my nostril where he could climb up to my brain and send out invitations to all of his relatives and set up a little village and hatch a bunch of dicustoid babies!! I FREAKED OUT!! I have never taken a shirt off so fast in all my life, screaming and crying and asking God to watch out over my children should I not make it out of this alive.. I slammed the shirt to the floor and stomped on it at least a billion times screaming "DIE YOU STUPID SPIDER!"
I took a step back, and sat on my toilet, totally exhausted from my battle. My hair was puffed out like I had been electrocuted, I could hear my heart in my ears and my throat burned from the screams. I tried to keep the tears from falling but there was not stoping them. I had won, the battle was over and I was the victor!
Just than, my shirt moved.... NO JOKE! I jumped up on top of the toilet and out from underneath the shirt he charged at me! Holy Crap! They had sent The Terminoid! Half spider, half termenator!! I could see it's steely red eyes fixated on me and for one second I actually considered jumping through the only window in my bathroom, but then a memory flashed of the time that Kyler was 1 1/2 years old and he took off running down the sidewalk to toward the road, I was 100 months pregnant with one of my offspring at the time and knew I couldn't catch him so I took off my shoe and used it like a boomerang, it hit him right in the foot and he rolled into the grass, so I suddenly thought, if my shoe could bring down a roughly 20 pound human then is should be able to take out robo-spidy. So I grabbed it off my foot, waiting for a clear shot and threw it as hard as I could! I hit my mark with a satisfying smoosh sound and my nightmare was over.
I have sent my 5 year old into the bathroom for recon every time I had to go tonight :)
So my warning is as follows..ALWAYS BE READY TO TAKE ON A FANG BEARING, SMIRKING, JERKY DISCUSTOID.. BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THEY ARE GONNA AMBUSH YOU!! PREPARATION IS THE KEY! (I am sleeping with my shoe tonight)
P.S. Please do not use the throwing the shoe "Incident" as a good parenting tip.. It was a lucky shot :)
September 6, 2012
Continual friends :)
Consistent:Marked by harmony,regularity or steady continuity
Continual: continuing indefinitely in time without interruption
"I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light"
~Helen Keller~
I am so in awe of how truly blessed my life has been. That is not to say that I have not had horrifically painful moments or times that I wasn't sure I even wanted things to continue. But I am finally at a point in my life where I can see some things for their purpose and that's a beautiful place to be.
I have always known that it is important for me, and I believe most women, to have a group of friends that know her. The kind of women who rally around her when she needs them the most. A friend that when you ask, "do you have any chap stick?" will dig into her overfilled purse, hand you a chap stick that is covered in whatever nastiness is floating around in the depths of it, and not be embarrassed for you to use it. And you use it.
I think everyone needs, Consistent friends and Continual friends. Today my Continual friends are on my heart and I want to talk about them, and since this is my blog, that is what I am going to do! :) Now it should be mentioned that, like everything in life, people do not fit neatly into perfectly wrapped little boxes. My girlfriends are all wise women(even if we aren't sure of that yet) and have bold, beautiful personalities so they often float back and forth between the two group.. why? Because the can!
Continual: Continuing indefinitely in time without interruption
I recently had the privilege of spending the evening with a group of ladies that I have known all of my adult life. We all lived together during our college years and have been a part of each other's lives in some way ever since. Some are more involved than others, some have pulled away at different times, some are rarely seen, but if you would ask, we would all say, "She's a good friend of mine."
I sat in the room looking around at each of them as the sound of our laughter took over the Establishment. We laughed at ourselves, at each other, at everyone that had had the daunting task of dealing with us over the years.
When together, we love to talk about old boyfriends (because they were all 'boyfriends') and why they were fools to leave us. We rehash old arguments, still clinging to the opinions we had 20 years ago. We point a finger and yell "Remember when you.." and laugh hysterically as the center of attention shakes her head, still embarrassed even after all these years.
As I sit here now thinking about these women I struggle to find the right words. My struggle does not come from the lack of being able to find words to explain my dear friends but from the lack of finding words worthy of the importance of these women in my life.
As young women we dreamed together of what our lives would be. We tried to find ourselves in a world of chaos that was our own doing, while being each other's steady. We helped through drunken nights and tear filled mornings. We pondered life's most confusing questions like "should we go to work today or call in sick?" We defended each other viciously and fought amongst each other over hair-spray and boys. "DIBS....DIBS... and don't even think about him, he's mine."
Decisions were made in the moment, not thinking of the consequences, then excuses made by all of us afterwards. We could justify any action for each other, at anytime, for any situation. I never claimed it was healthy, it was what it was. A bunch of girls that loved each other, knew nothing of the world, but marched on anyway.. together.
Life has a way of changing things and change it did.
Continual: Continuing indefinitely in time without interruption
We have been present at births and handed each other tissues as we tried to find reason in death. We have danced at weddings and helped through the struggle of divorce. We have seen each other at our best and helped pull each other out of the gutter at our worst. These women know my deepest secrets, my biggest sins and have seen my in my darkest moments.. but still they love me.. and I them.
It was not until that night that I realized what a difference these women have made in my life. They have helped shape me into who I am. Now, with all due respect, we all have had to chisel through some of the layers of dysfunction that scarred us during those young years. There are things better left in the 90's. But had it not been for those times, who would I be now? where would I be? how would I be me had I never had my friends?
Reading this, you would think I see these women often. This is the extraordinary gift of Continual friends, this friendship is kept safe in you hear where the memories of young women are continually tended to by love. Sure, when we get together it spills out into the room with thundering force, but on a daily basis it is kept safe, treasured until we can be together again. I could call any one of these women right now and have a houseful of caring friends surrounding me.. but I don't talk to them daily, some not even monthly.. but that does not mean that I don't think of them Continually.
I know life will continue to change things. I know time will march on take us here and there.. but right now I want to thank these women.. for who they were to me, who they are to me and who they have helped me to become.
Now, unlike the things that need to be left in the 90's... WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TURN UP MARKY MARK AND THE FUNKY BUNCH!
THANK YOU :)
Continual: continuing indefinitely in time without interruption
"I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light"
~Helen Keller~
I am so in awe of how truly blessed my life has been. That is not to say that I have not had horrifically painful moments or times that I wasn't sure I even wanted things to continue. But I am finally at a point in my life where I can see some things for their purpose and that's a beautiful place to be.
I have always known that it is important for me, and I believe most women, to have a group of friends that know her. The kind of women who rally around her when she needs them the most. A friend that when you ask, "do you have any chap stick?" will dig into her overfilled purse, hand you a chap stick that is covered in whatever nastiness is floating around in the depths of it, and not be embarrassed for you to use it. And you use it.
I think everyone needs, Consistent friends and Continual friends. Today my Continual friends are on my heart and I want to talk about them, and since this is my blog, that is what I am going to do! :) Now it should be mentioned that, like everything in life, people do not fit neatly into perfectly wrapped little boxes. My girlfriends are all wise women(even if we aren't sure of that yet) and have bold, beautiful personalities so they often float back and forth between the two group.. why? Because the can!
Continual: Continuing indefinitely in time without interruption
I recently had the privilege of spending the evening with a group of ladies that I have known all of my adult life. We all lived together during our college years and have been a part of each other's lives in some way ever since. Some are more involved than others, some have pulled away at different times, some are rarely seen, but if you would ask, we would all say, "She's a good friend of mine."
I sat in the room looking around at each of them as the sound of our laughter took over the Establishment. We laughed at ourselves, at each other, at everyone that had had the daunting task of dealing with us over the years.
When together, we love to talk about old boyfriends (because they were all 'boyfriends') and why they were fools to leave us. We rehash old arguments, still clinging to the opinions we had 20 years ago. We point a finger and yell "Remember when you.." and laugh hysterically as the center of attention shakes her head, still embarrassed even after all these years.
As I sit here now thinking about these women I struggle to find the right words. My struggle does not come from the lack of being able to find words to explain my dear friends but from the lack of finding words worthy of the importance of these women in my life.
As young women we dreamed together of what our lives would be. We tried to find ourselves in a world of chaos that was our own doing, while being each other's steady. We helped through drunken nights and tear filled mornings. We pondered life's most confusing questions like "should we go to work today or call in sick?" We defended each other viciously and fought amongst each other over hair-spray and boys. "DIBS....DIBS... and don't even think about him, he's mine."
Decisions were made in the moment, not thinking of the consequences, then excuses made by all of us afterwards. We could justify any action for each other, at anytime, for any situation. I never claimed it was healthy, it was what it was. A bunch of girls that loved each other, knew nothing of the world, but marched on anyway.. together.
Life has a way of changing things and change it did.
Continual: Continuing indefinitely in time without interruption
We have been present at births and handed each other tissues as we tried to find reason in death. We have danced at weddings and helped through the struggle of divorce. We have seen each other at our best and helped pull each other out of the gutter at our worst. These women know my deepest secrets, my biggest sins and have seen my in my darkest moments.. but still they love me.. and I them.
It was not until that night that I realized what a difference these women have made in my life. They have helped shape me into who I am. Now, with all due respect, we all have had to chisel through some of the layers of dysfunction that scarred us during those young years. There are things better left in the 90's. But had it not been for those times, who would I be now? where would I be? how would I be me had I never had my friends?
Reading this, you would think I see these women often. This is the extraordinary gift of Continual friends, this friendship is kept safe in you hear where the memories of young women are continually tended to by love. Sure, when we get together it spills out into the room with thundering force, but on a daily basis it is kept safe, treasured until we can be together again. I could call any one of these women right now and have a houseful of caring friends surrounding me.. but I don't talk to them daily, some not even monthly.. but that does not mean that I don't think of them Continually.
I know life will continue to change things. I know time will march on take us here and there.. but right now I want to thank these women.. for who they were to me, who they are to me and who they have helped me to become.
Now, unlike the things that need to be left in the 90's... WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TURN UP MARKY MARK AND THE FUNKY BUNCH!
THANK YOU :)
July 27, 2012
For my Kenz
Shaking fingers, trembling heart,
how I feel when we're apart.
Never happy, never whole,
weakened spirit takes it's toll.
I will try to keep up face,
living through life's daily race.
But in my soul, I struggle on,
for life is colder when your gone.
My arms were wrapped around her as I breathed deeply in, trying to find some sort of resolve in the situation. Some unknown strength allowed me to release her but as I did my inner mom screamed "NO! Don't let her go, keep her close to you.. keep her with you.. don't.. let.. go..."
I could feel the crack starting, somewhere deep, somewhere maternal.. an uneasy prowling of emotion took over and tried to spill out.. I swallowed it back down and crawled into my van. Painful flashes of a blonde haired little girl with big blue eyes flashed past me.. followed by a strange twisting of joy and sadness. My inner mom stands with her face in her hands, afraid.
I watch from behind my scratched up sunglasses as she pulled out of the parking lot, waving at me from the passenger side window. I couldn't choke down the tears any longer, she was leaving again.
Watching your grown children leave should be easier, shouldn't be such a strain, shouldn't be a shock to your core.. but it is. . My inner mom is confused, looking around trying to find her lost piece.
You see, a mother separated from her child is not normal. I understand that they have to grow up..and I know that they have to separate their lives from mine..I've been told that this is the way it has to be... My inner mom stands alone.
Today I am more sad then last year, today my heart is heavier then last year.. my soul knows the distance now, my soul understands the amount of time she will be gone.. my inner mom begins to weep, for years that have passed too fast, for moments that she should have lingered in, for memories she wished she would have made.
I wave with a forced smile at my beautiful daughter who is once again moving 28 hours away from me to go to college.. my inner mom takes a deep breath than turns and walks away...
how I feel when we're apart.
Never happy, never whole,
weakened spirit takes it's toll.
I will try to keep up face,
living through life's daily race.
But in my soul, I struggle on,
for life is colder when your gone.
My arms were wrapped around her as I breathed deeply in, trying to find some sort of resolve in the situation. Some unknown strength allowed me to release her but as I did my inner mom screamed "NO! Don't let her go, keep her close to you.. keep her with you.. don't.. let.. go..."
I could feel the crack starting, somewhere deep, somewhere maternal.. an uneasy prowling of emotion took over and tried to spill out.. I swallowed it back down and crawled into my van. Painful flashes of a blonde haired little girl with big blue eyes flashed past me.. followed by a strange twisting of joy and sadness. My inner mom stands with her face in her hands, afraid.
I watch from behind my scratched up sunglasses as she pulled out of the parking lot, waving at me from the passenger side window. I couldn't choke down the tears any longer, she was leaving again.
Watching your grown children leave should be easier, shouldn't be such a strain, shouldn't be a shock to your core.. but it is. . My inner mom is confused, looking around trying to find her lost piece.
You see, a mother separated from her child is not normal. I understand that they have to grow up..and I know that they have to separate their lives from mine..I've been told that this is the way it has to be... My inner mom stands alone.
Today I am more sad then last year, today my heart is heavier then last year.. my soul knows the distance now, my soul understands the amount of time she will be gone.. my inner mom begins to weep, for years that have passed too fast, for moments that she should have lingered in, for memories she wished she would have made.
I wave with a forced smile at my beautiful daughter who is once again moving 28 hours away from me to go to college.. my inner mom takes a deep breath than turns and walks away...
July 17, 2012
The world as I see it: He called me beautiful Mommy
The world as I see it: He called me beautiful Mommy: OK, so recently I posted on Facebook a teeny tiny rant about the fact that I was ready for school to be back in session. I think that at cer...
He called me beautiful Mommy
OK, so recently I posted on Facebook a teeny tiny rant about the fact that I was ready for school to be back in session. I think that at certain moments in my life I may let some minor emotions take over and black out some of my finer thinking. I try hard.. really hard... to be appreciative of what I have and to enjoy moments with my children because I know that time is short and I am very blessed to have what I do and blah blah blah....but come on! I am only human right? How many times does a mother have to sweep up crunched saltine crackers off the floor or step on sticky strawberry jelly that has obviously fallen off of someone's peanut butter? How many conversations do I have to have about The Lego Starwars game for the WII or watch someone imitate the dancing on Step it up? Does every bath time have to be a re-washing of the bathroom walls and floor and why am I the only one that can avoid stepping in dog poop every time we leave the house?
I need questions to these answers! These are the kind of things that keep me up at night! What kind of human beings am I raising that they are unable to sit at the kitchen table without someone spilling their drink, choking on their food or fighting about whose mac and cheese looks the most like Patrick Starr? Where is our society headed if my kids refuse to drink milk that isn't chocolate, talk about Chewbacha like he exists and think their dad is the funniest person on the planet????HELP!!
Ten minutes ago I was in the bathroom with my 7 year old daughter. Last night while out riding her bike she had a slight accident and has some "road rash" on her arm. Tonight it was looking a little funny so I decided we needed to use the dreaded hydrogen peroxide... CRINGE.. I KNOW I KNOW BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE! So of course when I poured it over her small open wound she started crying and pleading with me to stop. Suddenly I heard a thunderous sound coming up from the basement. Parker who is 5, and Kyler,8, busted through the bathroom door screaming "Addie what is wrong!!" Shock came across their faces when they saw the peroxide bottle, being boys they have had multiple experience with the peroxide. When it registered with them that I was cleaning her arm off, their voices suddenly got soft and they were both asking "Do you need anything? Do you want to hold my hand? Do you want me to get your blanket?" I watched in proud awe as they comforted their sister telling her that it was going to be alright and that she would feel better once I was done. Then Parker said, "We should pray for her." And like it was second nature they both placed a hand on her and this is the prayer that Kyler said:
"Dear and Heavenly God, Please send down your Son and your Holy Spirit to heal my beautiful little sister. I love her too much to have her in this much pain. We believe in your full healing powers. In your name we pray. Amen." I stood with tears in my eyes as they turned and ran back to the basement.
I have no greater joy then to hear that my children are walking in the truth
3John 1:4
So I stepped in a little jelly today.. and who really "likes" milk that isn't chocolate.. and how does a prayer from 2 crazy, loud, out of control boys seem to make the world right again. It wasn't just the prayer that touched my heart, it was the sight of 2 of my son's comforting their sister in the best way they knew how.... by asking for help from our Heavenly Father and by leaning on their belief that he could and would heal her, and making her feel like she was the most importantly thing in the world to them in that moment. Thank you Lord for once again teaching me through my children what is truly important. Thank you for reminding me to lean on you and to believe in your love.
The boys were gone out of the bathroom as quickly as they rushed in..
"Kyler called me beautiful Mommy," Addie whispered to me.Knowing that hearing those words from her brother and having them pray for her did more healing then any hydrogen peroxide ever could I reached down and gave her a big hug and said, "That's because you are beautiful baby."
I need questions to these answers! These are the kind of things that keep me up at night! What kind of human beings am I raising that they are unable to sit at the kitchen table without someone spilling their drink, choking on their food or fighting about whose mac and cheese looks the most like Patrick Starr? Where is our society headed if my kids refuse to drink milk that isn't chocolate, talk about Chewbacha like he exists and think their dad is the funniest person on the planet????HELP!!
Ten minutes ago I was in the bathroom with my 7 year old daughter. Last night while out riding her bike she had a slight accident and has some "road rash" on her arm. Tonight it was looking a little funny so I decided we needed to use the dreaded hydrogen peroxide... CRINGE.. I KNOW I KNOW BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE! So of course when I poured it over her small open wound she started crying and pleading with me to stop. Suddenly I heard a thunderous sound coming up from the basement. Parker who is 5, and Kyler,8, busted through the bathroom door screaming "Addie what is wrong!!" Shock came across their faces when they saw the peroxide bottle, being boys they have had multiple experience with the peroxide. When it registered with them that I was cleaning her arm off, their voices suddenly got soft and they were both asking "Do you need anything? Do you want to hold my hand? Do you want me to get your blanket?" I watched in proud awe as they comforted their sister telling her that it was going to be alright and that she would feel better once I was done. Then Parker said, "We should pray for her." And like it was second nature they both placed a hand on her and this is the prayer that Kyler said:
"Dear and Heavenly God, Please send down your Son and your Holy Spirit to heal my beautiful little sister. I love her too much to have her in this much pain. We believe in your full healing powers. In your name we pray. Amen." I stood with tears in my eyes as they turned and ran back to the basement.
I have no greater joy then to hear that my children are walking in the truth
3John 1:4
So I stepped in a little jelly today.. and who really "likes" milk that isn't chocolate.. and how does a prayer from 2 crazy, loud, out of control boys seem to make the world right again. It wasn't just the prayer that touched my heart, it was the sight of 2 of my son's comforting their sister in the best way they knew how.... by asking for help from our Heavenly Father and by leaning on their belief that he could and would heal her, and making her feel like she was the most importantly thing in the world to them in that moment. Thank you Lord for once again teaching me through my children what is truly important. Thank you for reminding me to lean on you and to believe in your love.
The boys were gone out of the bathroom as quickly as they rushed in..
"Kyler called me beautiful Mommy," Addie whispered to me.Knowing that hearing those words from her brother and having them pray for her did more healing then any hydrogen peroxide ever could I reached down and gave her a big hug and said, "That's because you are beautiful baby."
July 9, 2012
check book day
Ok, here it is.. the day that I absolutely dread.. I am balancing my check book.
Now in theory, this should be as easy as tying my shoe or brushing my teeth but reality has clearly shown me that this isn't the case for me. I usually put this task off until I am wide awake in my bed in the midst of a cold sweat/hot flash/anxiety attack... probably hormone induced..but when your in the middle of it does it really matter what the cause is? The fact is I panic and just like a perfectly rehearsed play, the next scene is always a case of buyers remorse..
"Oh my gosh, did I really need those 1.99 flip flops from Walmart? No! I am a terrible person, I am a terrible mother, I should have never snuck off to McDonalds and bought that sweet tea and ice cream! I don't deserve that cup of frozen happiness when I don't even know if I can afford to send my children to college! I should be ashamed of myself. What time is it? Is it too late to call Pastor and ask him to pray for me? Oh well, I will just wait until Sunday and repent." Yes, I have had that conversation with myself.
But then the hormones shift from.. swing ...low.. sweet... estrogen... to the Rocky theme song!! "NO!" I lay in bed proclaiming to my pillow: "I will no longer be held a prisoner of these chains from the financial world! I am Micki Fredricks, Matriarch of this family, I Will and Shall, with all the power that has been bestowed to me.. or for me.. or with me.. whatever it is.... I will balance my check book as soon as I am off work tomorrow!!
Soooo, anywho.. when I got home today, and after I checked my facebook, threw in some laundry, text everyone I could possibly text, checked my facebook, read a couple chapters while in the privacy of my bathroom, checked my facebook, had some slight disagreements with my children, watched my husband make dinner and shooed all of said children and said husband outside.. was now ready to take on the checkbook!
No I was not avoiding, why do you ask?
Pencil.. CHECK, checkbook...CHECK, calculator...CHECK, sea of half used, numbers out of order, missing books, missing duplicate checks that have NOT been written down in the memo thingy that is supposed to help keep track...CHECK! Really! who is supposed to be in charge of this??
I was staring at the floor,with my forehead resting on the table and arms stretched out across the pile of useless paperwork when I heard the chair across from me slide out and a pair of cute little flip flopped feet sat down. It was my young daughter Addie. I didn't raise my head to look at her but I did take a deep breath because I knew the sound of her sweet little voice would somehow comfort me.
"Mom."
"Yes Addie?"
"What are you doing?"
"Balancing the checkbook."
"You're losing it again aren't you Mom."
"Yes, Addie."
"Just checking." And she jumped off the chair and ran outside. Nice!
After that encouraging talk with my youngest daughter, I somehow managed to lift my head and try again. And I prevailed! After an hour or more of searching for check books, broken pencils leads and an obviously malfunctioning calculator (it never did give me the same number twice) I HAD VICTORY! I found my pink lip gloss!!!!See the positive things that can happen if you don't let the dark side win and you keep trying and trying! I have been looking for that lip gloss for weeks!
I will balance my checkbook as SOON... as I get home from work tomorrow.
Now in theory, this should be as easy as tying my shoe or brushing my teeth but reality has clearly shown me that this isn't the case for me. I usually put this task off until I am wide awake in my bed in the midst of a cold sweat/hot flash/anxiety attack... probably hormone induced..but when your in the middle of it does it really matter what the cause is? The fact is I panic and just like a perfectly rehearsed play, the next scene is always a case of buyers remorse..
"Oh my gosh, did I really need those 1.99 flip flops from Walmart? No! I am a terrible person, I am a terrible mother, I should have never snuck off to McDonalds and bought that sweet tea and ice cream! I don't deserve that cup of frozen happiness when I don't even know if I can afford to send my children to college! I should be ashamed of myself. What time is it? Is it too late to call Pastor and ask him to pray for me? Oh well, I will just wait until Sunday and repent." Yes, I have had that conversation with myself.
But then the hormones shift from.. swing ...low.. sweet... estrogen... to the Rocky theme song!! "NO!" I lay in bed proclaiming to my pillow: "I will no longer be held a prisoner of these chains from the financial world! I am Micki Fredricks, Matriarch of this family, I Will and Shall, with all the power that has been bestowed to me.. or for me.. or with me.. whatever it is.... I will balance my check book as soon as I am off work tomorrow!!
Soooo, anywho.. when I got home today, and after I checked my facebook, threw in some laundry, text everyone I could possibly text, checked my facebook, read a couple chapters while in the privacy of my bathroom, checked my facebook, had some slight disagreements with my children, watched my husband make dinner and shooed all of said children and said husband outside.. was now ready to take on the checkbook!
No I was not avoiding, why do you ask?
Pencil.. CHECK, checkbook...CHECK, calculator...CHECK, sea of half used, numbers out of order, missing books, missing duplicate checks that have NOT been written down in the memo thingy that is supposed to help keep track...CHECK! Really! who is supposed to be in charge of this??
I was staring at the floor,with my forehead resting on the table and arms stretched out across the pile of useless paperwork when I heard the chair across from me slide out and a pair of cute little flip flopped feet sat down. It was my young daughter Addie. I didn't raise my head to look at her but I did take a deep breath because I knew the sound of her sweet little voice would somehow comfort me.
"Mom."
"Yes Addie?"
"What are you doing?"
"Balancing the checkbook."
"You're losing it again aren't you Mom."
"Yes, Addie."
"Just checking." And she jumped off the chair and ran outside. Nice!
After that encouraging talk with my youngest daughter, I somehow managed to lift my head and try again. And I prevailed! After an hour or more of searching for check books, broken pencils leads and an obviously malfunctioning calculator (it never did give me the same number twice) I HAD VICTORY! I found my pink lip gloss!!!!See the positive things that can happen if you don't let the dark side win and you keep trying and trying! I have been looking for that lip gloss for weeks!
I will balance my checkbook as SOON... as I get home from work tomorrow.
July 6, 2012
80's flashback
wrote this about a year ago..
Today I was walking through the hallway with a basket full of clothes, as I passed the open door to the bathroom Mackenzie said these words to me "Mom can you help me get some height in my hair?" Now on most days this would have been a simple request but today it triggered some sort of primal instinct in me that I had clearly been repressing since high school.
I dropped my laundry basket and pounced on the poor child like a lioness attacking it's prey. In the background I could hear a tribal call ring out,that looking back, I am guessing was my way of warning all other mother's around that this was my destiny and I had finally been called to it!!
Suddenly my arms were arching and curving around her head like I was preforming some sort of spell that included a fine toothed comb and a bottle of cheap hairspray.
I NOW know I may have mistook her whimpers and cries as shouts of "yes! That is Awesome! You are the best mom in the world!"
I used my well developed skills to rat and spray like any self respecting 80's girl would do and I relished in the fact that next we would tight roll her pants and I would send her on her way in her acid washed jean jacket!
As Def leopards faded out of my head and the cloud of hairspray receded...
I stood in awe of my masterpiece.. she was at least 6 inches taller with perfect exact arches that started right above her ears and were at least an inch from her head... as the tears and sweat mixed and ran down my face I locked eyes with my offspring. I smiled widely as I moved to embrace her so we could share this soul connecting moment... but she yelped like a kicked dog..
"What have you done to me?" One shove and I was back out into the hallway with the bathroom door slamming an inch from my face.. she was still yelling as I picked up my basket of laundry.. started humming "Pour some sugar on me".. and went on my way.
Today I was walking through the hallway with a basket full of clothes, as I passed the open door to the bathroom Mackenzie said these words to me "Mom can you help me get some height in my hair?" Now on most days this would have been a simple request but today it triggered some sort of primal instinct in me that I had clearly been repressing since high school.
I dropped my laundry basket and pounced on the poor child like a lioness attacking it's prey. In the background I could hear a tribal call ring out,that looking back, I am guessing was my way of warning all other mother's around that this was my destiny and I had finally been called to it!!
Suddenly my arms were arching and curving around her head like I was preforming some sort of spell that included a fine toothed comb and a bottle of cheap hairspray.
I NOW know I may have mistook her whimpers and cries as shouts of "yes! That is Awesome! You are the best mom in the world!"
I used my well developed skills to rat and spray like any self respecting 80's girl would do and I relished in the fact that next we would tight roll her pants and I would send her on her way in her acid washed jean jacket!
As Def leopards faded out of my head and the cloud of hairspray receded...
I stood in awe of my masterpiece.. she was at least 6 inches taller with perfect exact arches that started right above her ears and were at least an inch from her head... as the tears and sweat mixed and ran down my face I locked eyes with my offspring. I smiled widely as I moved to embrace her so we could share this soul connecting moment... but she yelped like a kicked dog..
"What have you done to me?" One shove and I was back out into the hallway with the bathroom door slamming an inch from my face.. she was still yelling as I picked up my basket of laundry.. started humming "Pour some sugar on me".. and went on my way.
Welcome to the blur!
Hello everyone! Thanks for reading my very first blog.. very impressive considering 6 months ago I wasn't even sure what a blog was and even now I would have to give a vague answer.. but I am blogging non the less!
I want to give you a quick "Micki's blog 101".. just a quick overview of what you can expect or not expect from my writings. I WILL be recapping events in my life in an attempt to either.. 1.Share memories and hopefully commit them to my failing 40 year old memory or at least have written proof of them or 2. Share as a form of therapy to then shove into the depths of my mind and or completely block out (what ever terminology is PC in the psych world today) to hopefully have them never resurface again. (In this case having written proof may not be such a grand idea so I may have to rethink that.)
I WILL give my opinion on such things as books, movies and world events(hehe.. that last one was just added to give the illusion that I'm smart since my world rarely goes beyond the walls of my tiny house and the 5 children, one husband and one grossly obese Cocker Spaniel that have set up residence here.)
I WILL write about the progress of my first novel that I just finished (YAY,YAHOO,YIPEE!) and the struggles I am sure to come up against as I try the amazingly crazy task of trying to become published.(BOO!HISS!YUCK)
Lastly, I will write about my hilariously dysfunctional, but "crazy in love with each other" family.
This truly has been set up as an outlet to share the wild things that happen in my life and the even crazier ideas that bounce around my mind. This may be the one time my ADD actually comes in handy. A girl can only hear "You need to write this all down" so many times before she starts taking that seriously.
This is not meant to be a self-help blog, an inspiring blog or a DIY blog.. if you are looking for those please head back out the way you came in and hang a Left on the Internet.. but that is all I can tell you because I am terrible with directions, just ask my husband.
Ok, now that we all understand each other better, and know exactly what I will and will not write about... let the blogging begin!!
chirp... chip.... chirp.. writers block already ....tick tock tick tock...great, now my life gets boring...
I want to give you a quick "Micki's blog 101".. just a quick overview of what you can expect or not expect from my writings. I WILL be recapping events in my life in an attempt to either.. 1.Share memories and hopefully commit them to my failing 40 year old memory or at least have written proof of them or 2. Share as a form of therapy to then shove into the depths of my mind and or completely block out (what ever terminology is PC in the psych world today) to hopefully have them never resurface again. (In this case having written proof may not be such a grand idea so I may have to rethink that.)
I WILL give my opinion on such things as books, movies and world events(hehe.. that last one was just added to give the illusion that I'm smart since my world rarely goes beyond the walls of my tiny house and the 5 children, one husband and one grossly obese Cocker Spaniel that have set up residence here.)
I WILL write about the progress of my first novel that I just finished (YAY,YAHOO,YIPEE!) and the struggles I am sure to come up against as I try the amazingly crazy task of trying to become published.(BOO!HISS!YUCK)
Lastly, I will write about my hilariously dysfunctional, but "crazy in love with each other" family.
This truly has been set up as an outlet to share the wild things that happen in my life and the even crazier ideas that bounce around my mind. This may be the one time my ADD actually comes in handy. A girl can only hear "You need to write this all down" so many times before she starts taking that seriously.
This is not meant to be a self-help blog, an inspiring blog or a DIY blog.. if you are looking for those please head back out the way you came in and hang a Left on the Internet.. but that is all I can tell you because I am terrible with directions, just ask my husband.
Ok, now that we all understand each other better, and know exactly what I will and will not write about... let the blogging begin!!
chirp... chip.... chirp.. writers block already ....tick tock tick tock...great, now my life gets boring...
